
It’s the last day of term.
Even though I am, like every other teacher, exhausted and keen for that bell to ring at the end of the day, I am still trying desperately to keep the kids on task and get things finished before then.
The problem is, they’ve already checked out.
They just don’t care.
They’re restless.
They’re talkative.
They’re twitchy.
Their eyes have glazed over with the promise of freedom, of late sleep-ins and no school uniforms or restrictions on their social media life for the next two weeks.
If you’ve ever watched a squirrel running around in a park or a forest, that is the precise image of the mental and emotional engagement in my classroom today.
One or two are evolving into chipmunks as I watch.
Except for that one kid at the back, who is working like a champion to get everything completed.
I don’t have favourites, but today I really love that kid.